Travel

And made all the longer when there are ticketing issues — like for some reason, the airline where the ticket was purchased doesn’t forward the wheelchair information (which was entered on the outgoing trip 2 weeks prior) to it’s codeshare partner, who then won’t allow you to board because the Captain doesn’t want to accept the chair if it hasn’t been confirmed (even though it’s confirmed on your second flight of the day!) and that desk doesn’t open until 7am, when your flight is scheduled for 5:50am, so they move you to the 9:05 flight, but then forget to issue the ticket when they do that, so you end up racing to the gate despite having been at the airport 3 hours ahead of your original flight and six hours ahead of the rescheduled one — and your connection that was supposed to have four and a half hours to make was cut to one and a half and you are racing to make THAT.

There’s much more to this story, but I was awake for 36 hours, then slept 8 and am back at work already first thing this morning. Mike crashed out around midnight (early for him!), and will probably be recovering for most of today. We did make it home on our originally scheduled flight, but all in all, I was awake for the better part of 36 hours (slept about 45 minutes on the plane) and Mike was closer to 24 hours, and with the stress of the day, we just need some rest.

I am happy to report that all 16 bottles of alcohol made it home safely, as did our fancy basket (hamper for those of you in the UK) that was given to us by great friends.

We’ll be back to your regularly scheduled comedic relief later on.